Take your ill-fated lover to eat at Da Fen!

At this point, both sides finally stopped after landing on a gentle slope.

The little water dragon no longer had the strength to stand up, and even its howls became barely audible.

It lay on the ground, its four short legs twitching weakly, and blood was still seeping from the wound on its neck, staining the soil beneath it red.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils were already dilated, and he let out a last, weak sob.

With that final whimper, the little water dragon's stomach was destined to meet its demise.

The crocodile continued to spin left and right, tearing at the other's flesh, as if afraid that the other was deceiving it.

Its mouth was tightly gripping the wound, its head swaying left and right like a wind-up toy. Its teeth were grinding inside the flesh, making a crunching sound that made one's teeth ache.

After confirming that the other party was beyond dead, the original crocodile slowly opened its mouth.

Its teeth were covered in blood, and a bit of flesh clung to the corner of its mouth.

It took two steps back and examined the spoils on the ground.

The little water dragon's body was more than twice its size, round like an iron pot, with its four short legs flipped upside down.

The other party was now completely unable to move.

Yuan Crocodile stared at the little water dragon's corpse and remained silent for a moment.

Then, it actually shed two tears.

The screen deliberately showed a close-up of the tears.

Crystalline tears slid down the corners of the crocodile's eyes, running down its rough scales and dripping onto the muddy ground.

The teardrops shimmered with golden light in the setting sun, sparkling and shimmering.

The scene seemed to freeze at that moment.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on the two beasts; one lay motionless in a pool of blood, while the other stood beside it, silently shedding tears.

A gust of wind blew from afar, swirling up a few withered yellow fern leaves and letting them drift over their heads.

The distant volcano was still smoking, its plume of smoke tinged orange-red by the sunset.

When they saw this, the audience in China was stunned.

[Holy crap, am I seeing things? Why is this crocodile crying?]

Perhaps it grieves for this cruel world. Today the little water dragon dies, tomorrow it might be the little water dragon itself...

[Just a short while ago, they were running romantically in the sunset, and now look what happened... What a tragic pair of lovers!]

【Take your star-crossed lover to eat at Da Fen!】

Does nobody really understand how tragic this scene is?

[You fucking took your BE to eat at Da Fen too!]

[Sister, I understand you, I'm sobbing, I've already cried, look at them kissing... Oh my god, their mouths are pounding!]

The comments section was a chaotic mess, with some people crying and others laughing.

Some people took screenshots and made them into memes, some wrote heartfelt essays, and some have already started imagining the past and present lives of the original crocodile and the little water dragon.

Someone posted this screenshot online with the caption "A touching moment of observing species in China," which drew a lot of questions.

While the Chinese audience was laughing and crying, the original crocodile was already enjoying the fruits of its victory.

It lowered its head and bit the little water dragon's hind leg, trying to tear off a piece of flesh.

As a result, his teeth got stuck, the flesh wasn't torn off, and he was thrown back two steps, almost falling on his butt.

As for why it shed tears?

Don't get me wrong, I got dust in my eyes while I was rolling around, which is why I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Haven't you heard of crocodile tears?

Do you really think cold-blooded animals have any compassion for their food?

The original crocodile shook its head and tried to bite the little water dragon's belly again, but still couldn't get it through.

The skin was as thick as a tire; its teeth couldn't pierce it at all, leaving only a few shallow white marks on the surface, like a stamp.

It then tried biting its tail, its ears, and its toes...

It won't bite anywhere, and it won't gnaw anywhere.

This little water dragon weighs at least eighty kilograms, and its hide is thick and tough; it's definitely not something its current teeth can handle.

Its two rows of tiny, sharp teeth are fine for eating fish and biting small-headed beasts, but when it comes to an opponent like a water dragon, it's like trying to puncture a tire with a toothpick—it's useless.

But giving up this granary is definitely out of the question!

So the original crocodile began to try to drag the little water dragon into the river.

It bit down hard on the little water dragon's front leg and then pulled it backward with all its might.

Four long legs kicked out four small craters in the mud, and with each kick, the animal took a step back. Its tail was taut and straight, like a steel bar, and its whole body resembled a fully drawn bow.

The little water dragon's corpse twitched, moving forward less than ten centimeters.

The crocodile took a breath, loosened its grip, changed its angle, bit the little water dragon's neck, and continued to pull.

It moved again, shifting forward another ten centimeters.

The old wound on his neck was torn open, and fresh blood seeped out again, dripping onto the muddy ground.

Although it's slow, at least it can be pulled.

At the current rate, it will only take less than a day for it to bring the little water dragon to the riverbank and then slowly savor it.

One day is fine, there's plenty of time!

The crocodile, clutching the corpse, retreated step by step towards the river.

He pushes off the ground with each of his four legs, pausing to catch his breath after each step back before taking another step.

A long trail of blood was dragged across the muddy ground, like a red snake winding across the grassland.

The bloodstains stretched from the slope all the way to the riverbank, crooked and twisted, looking like a child's graffiti.

Just as the original crocodile was struggling for it, Peter suddenly activated his powers.

The crocodile suddenly had a bad feeling, as if it were being watched by countless eyes. A chill ran down its back, its scales stood on end, and the tip of its tail twitched involuntarily.

It immediately stopped chewing, jumped onto the little water dragon beast, and looked around.

The corpse of the little water dragon was piled up like a small mountain, and the original crocodile stood on it, which gave it a much wider field of vision.

It turned its head, looking from left to right and from right to left.

Then it saw the creature it least wanted to see in its life.

Canine jaw beast.

Moreover, it was a whole group, a dozen or so canine jaw beasts.

They emerged from the bushes, lined up in a row, like a well-trained little army.

Leading the pack was a massive male canine jaw beast, half a meter tall at the shoulder and nearly two meters long, with a long, narrow snout revealing two rows of sharp teeth.

Its fur was grayish-brown, covered in mud and blood, indicating it had eaten countless prey.

Other canine jawed beasts followed behind it, some licking their lips, some sniffing the air, and some crouching down, ready to sprint.

Their eyes were fixed on the corpse of the little water dragon, and also on the original crocodile standing on the corpse.

That look in your eyes was just like the way you look when you're thirsty and open the refrigerator to find a can of Coke inside.

At this moment, the original crocodile recalled the fear that its ancestors had experienced when they were dominated by canine-jawed beasts.

Our ancestors said that those scoundrels fight like madmen, swarming forward and biting down relentlessly.

It runs faster than the original crocodile, jumps higher than the original crocodile, and even its teeth are sharper than the original crocodile's.

If you encounter them on land, there's only one word: run!